Page 4 of Bond To The Alpha (Fated Bond #1)

LIANA

I jerkily stand upright, my heart nearly leaping to my throat as I reflexively squeeze the paper in my hand and fling it somewhere near me. Kane is standing in front of me with the usual smirk on his face. Speak of the devil. His hair is slightly longer, just brushing the collar of his shirt, and there's a hint of stubble along his jawline. He looks even more handsome than before, like he'd grown more into himself overnight.

But of course, the flutters are born to be squashed, and that we shall be doing.

"What would you like to order?" I ask, pretending to be calm.

"The usual," Kane replies.

Fuck, that eye contact is eating me right up.

“Fine then, please wait at your table.”

I must have not clarified the actual table to be waited at because he is leaning over the counter, very close to me.

"Had to run some errands for my dad last week," he announces out of the blue. Are 8 days enough to make someone’s baritone get deeper?

"I didn't ask," I retort without looking at him, but I can feel him grinning mischievously.

"Figured you might be missing me. Tell you what, I've never tried to finish a task faster in my life than I did these past couple of days. Couldn’t wait to come back and see this stunning face of yours again," he clarifies, adding more flirtatiousness to his voice.

"Sir, I would like for you to wait at your table for your order." I deliberately ignore his words and point my hand in the direction he likes to sit, “It’s right over there.”

“As you wish, my lady.” He winks at me.

As soon as he's gone to sit, I turn around from the counter to allow myself to let out the smiles and blushes I’ve been holding back ever since seeing him again. My face is heating up like crazy and I slap my cheek lightly to snap out of it. This wasn’t the plan, Liana. What’s wrong with you?

Not long after, I hear drizzles outside, and the rain soon starts coming down in sheets, with customers who neither carried umbrellas nor own cars grumbling about how it’s such wrong timing and whatnot. The rain lasts longer than I expected, and even by the time I’m ready to clock out, it hasn’t stopped.

"I'll drive you home," Kane offers.

I’m outside on the porch, taking off my jacket and holding it over my head as I try to calculate when exactly to start sprinting home.

"No, thanks," I reply.

"I've got good ears for rain. This isn't letting up anytime soon."

I shrug. "I can take care of myself."

Kane suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me into the rain without caution.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I yell over the downpour. "Let go!"

But he doesn't. He just keeps running and tugging me along behind him. Even though I’m audibly protesting against this, the thrill I feel zinging through me isn’t something I can deny and pretend like it isn’t there. The rain soaks us both before we reach his car, and he quickly opens the passenger door for me.

I hesitate at first but then go in.

"That was completely unnecessary," I start to scold him.

Kane just grins and hands me a towel.

"Here, dry your hair."

I take the towel, glaring at him. "I wouldn't be wet if you hadn't dragged me through the rain."

"But where's the fun in staying dry?" He chuckles as we pull out of the parking lot.

"Some of us prefer not looking like drowned rats," I fire back, furiously toweling my hair.

"You look beautiful, even soaking wet.”

I feel my cheeks heat up and turn to look out the window. "Just drive."

The rest of the ride passes in a similar fashion—Kane making cheeky comments, me doing my best to stay aloof, even though I’m secretly enjoying it. We soon pull up outside my house, and the rain has subsided a bit.

I get out of the car.

“Any chance I could get a warm cup of coffee?" Kane asks.

"I don't have coffee," I reply point blank.

"Water then? Or tea? Juice?" he suggests, already opening his side door.

He’s out of the car then, grinning at me through the rain. I sigh and just begin walking to the front door while hearing Kane follow behind me. As I fumble with my keys, I can feel the heat radiating from his body because he’s standing so close to me. It's distracting, and it takes me three tries to get the key in the lock. I flip on the lights when we get inside, and I’ve never been more aware of how small and cluttered this place is until now.

Kane looks around. "Cozy."

I can't tell if he's being sincere or just polite.

"I'll get you some water," I mutter, heading for the kitchen.

Kane in the process of peeling off his soaked shirt is what I see when I return to the living room with the glass of water. His abs undulate as he moves, and I can't ignore the way the lines of his muscles connect with the V-shape at his hips. I can feel my wolf stirring and getting excited by the sight.

I quickly set the glass down on the table.

"Here's your water. Drink it and leave.”

"I should probably dry my shirt first."

"No, you don't need to dry your shirt here," I protest, but he's already hanging it over my door.

"I'll just hang it here for a bit," he says cheerfully. He’s either not noticing or choosing to ignore my objections. I just roll my eyes and retreat to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. My hand comes over my racing heart as I lean against the door. My body feels like it's on fire. Every nerve ending is alive and tingling.

I shake my head and try to clear it.

This is ridiculous.

I'll just stay in here until he leaves, however long that takes.

I slowly open my bedroom door an hour later. I’m now changed into a dry nightdress and the rain outside has reduced to a gentler patter. The living room is empty, and Kane's shirt is no longer hanging over the door. I sigh, now fully stepping out of my room. He must have left…or so I thought, feeling a bit of disappointment.

That familiar heat has started creeping up my back again.

He’s behind me.

"I thought you left," I force my voice to sound casual after turning to face him.

Kane doesn’t respond, he’s just staring at me. Staring deeper and harder than ever.

My heart rate starts to spike up again. Blood rushes in my ears. My breath starts to come faster. Kane’s scent, rich and wild, starts to reach out to me, overwhelming my senses. I can feel my muscles tensing and coiling under my skin, my fingertips tingling and aching to reach out. My wolf, she’s pushing herself against my ribs as if trying to break free. The very first contact of his finger on my hairline is what sets the ball rolling; it raises all the hair on my skin to their tallest ends. Kane moves further down to my cheekbone, to my chin, then to my neck where I feel the actual expanse of his large hand.

I want to stop this, but I don’t want it to stop.

Kane's hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer as his tongue traces the seam of my lips. The taste of him is intoxicating, and it feels even better with the way his stubble brushes the skin around my mouth.

My hands, which had been frozen at my sides, now move of their own accord to slide around his waist as I hungrily plunge into the depths of his mouth with my tongue. My fingernails are clawing their way up his back just as his other hand secures my waist to push me closer to himself. We begin tumbling backward until my back hits the wall.

Kane's free hand slides down my side before gripping my hip hard and I arch into him, digging my fingers deeper into his skin as the kiss becomes more heated and more urgent. Kane yanks me off the wall, spinning us around as we stumble through the tiny living room until we hit the table. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck.

"Kane," I pant desperately, throwing my head back and gasping for air.

"I... we..."

"Want to…stop?" he asks softly, although I can see the effort it takes him to say those words whilst licking his way down my collarbone.

I shake my head. "No, I…don't want…to stop.”

Kane lets out a muffled grunt over my breasts, “Perfect.”

I can feel his hands wandering up my thighs, pushing my flimsy dress higher up as he does so. The cool air hits my heated skin and makes me shiver.

For a split second, I feel a bit anxious, and my pulse kicks up a notch because I’m both prepared and unprepared for what comes next.

“Goodness, Liana,” Kane's eyes roam over my entire body with delight. Then he slams his mouth hungrily against my lips.

I don’t expect the shriek that leaves my mouth when he suddenly hoists me higher on the table, his massive hands grabbing my thighs. At the same time, he starts to drop to his knees and my chest is heaving hard.

The intensity of his gaze makes me shiver with excitement.

He then turns his face back down, leaning lower and closer until the tip of his nose tickles the tip of my intensely pulsating clit. All the muscles of my lower body clench immediately.

A low moan flies out of my lips the moment I feel his tongue take a long, slow lick from the bottom of my slit and my body starts to shake a little as my excitement builds with the need for more stimulation.

I swing my head back, my eyes rolling all the way back in their sockets.

I never imagined that the famous golden boy will be right here with me.

“Kane,” I breathe as a hand leaves the table to cling to his hair the more his tongue starts to push past the lips of my tight cavern.

My wolf is so restless, that I pull his head closer into me, biting the bottom of my lip with a mewl. I can feel the length of his tongue penetrating some inches deeper, but I still can’t get enough.

It’s so good….it feels so great…

I’m only able to breathe out after a series of silent screams, my fingers raking through his mane.

I feel like I'm balancing on the edge of a precipice with my wolf practically clawing at my insides more impatiently. I barely look down at Kane’s face still thrusting fast between my legs and there’s a small bump growing right above my pelvis.

As I’m still struggling for breaths and moaning, the pressure is building up with a rush. Kane must be feeling it too because he has started picking up the pace with his flicking and sucking.

I’m fully screaming now, restlessly throwing my head back, my legs shivering around his neck.

In a matter of mere seconds, I feel a gush that shakes my core, and I can hear the loud licking sounds as he instantly gorges my juices down hungrily while I’m still trying to recover from my first-ever orgasm.

“You taste so good,” he says huskily against my skin,

More pants escape me the higher he starts to hike a path of saliva up my skin with his tongue, and the feel of his hands is hot against my skin. He takes a detour to tease and nibble on one of my hard nipples with his teeth while playing with the other with his fingers

My soft whimpers fill the room, but he captures my mouth again to swallow them. I taste what’s left of that sweetness he’d just enjoyed in his mouth and…. I do taste good.

While we’re still kissing, Kane slowly dips a finger into my vagina.

“Oh!” I shut my eyes, rearing up against him.

“You okay?”

My lips slide off his mouth as my head lolls back again before I breathe out, “Yeah…”

Kane carefully uses his other hand to support the back of my head as he carries on teasing and rolling my clitoris between his fingers. His carefulness helps ease my discomfort.

I breathe heavily against his mouth, dragging my nails from his nape to the rippling muscles of his back, and I’m getting even more aroused listening to the gurgling sounds my wetness is making as his fingers keep playing inside of it.

“I want you inside me…”

“…now…” I add with a growl that surprises even me. Of course, that Liana from a couple of moments ago is gone, and I like this new me.

“Feisty much?” Kane smiles at me, kissing me again before lifting me off the table.

I wrap my legs around his slender waist, smiling against his lips as he takes us into the bedroom. With me still wrapped around him he kneels over the bed. His erection tickles my stomach as he slowly puts me down.

We both look into each other's eyes, smiling. My wolf is also leaping expectantly. I’m a little anxious but excited. With a little nudge from my wolf, I lean back and spread my legs apart, not breaking a gaze from Kane. I never imagined…I never thought I’d be convincing myself so much, until now, that I love him…I want him. I need him. Everything inside me is yearning with need.

His manly hands tease my skin from my calves to my thighs…inner thighs, to my waist; here he holds on firmly. Then he leans in, and I pant the instant his erection meets my entrance for the first time.

At this time, I let those high walls I put up around me crumble.

He slowly penetrates my folds, and I squeak. My head angles back on its own. It’s painful at first, and when he starts to push deeper and stretch out my folds I give another loud moan, clutching hard on the sheets until my nails rip through them.

“You alright?”

“It’s amazing.” I flash Kane a smile as I stare into his eyes.

Kane begins to slide further into me, slowly but consistently. I let out a soft sigh as my body starts accepting him greedily. Even in the midst of discomfort, I can't get enough. I twitch and rotate my head left and right, squeezing the sheets.

He leans lower and touches my hands comfortingly. My fingers relax a bit, giving him the chance to raise my hands till they're both above my head.

Holding onto my slender palms, his thrusts begin to pick up pace. I arch under him and his face starts dragging down to my breasts. He takes my breasts in his mouth one after the other, sucking hard on each one as he continues to pound fervently from below.

“Ahhh….Kane…mhmmmm…” I scream out his name at the top of my voice and my arms are fighting to break free from under his palms because the pleasure is intensifying so much, I can’t keep still.

I want to feel the skin of his back under my fingers; to touch his hair.

He eventually lets my hands free, and I immediately dig my fingers into his biceps.

He keeps slapping down harder and faster against me.

Tears stroll from my eyes down into my ears, not from pain anymore, but from pure and unadulterated lust.

"Don't…fucking…stop!” I cry out.

“I won’t, love,” Kane responds huskily, nibbling hungrily on my other nipple while I writhe nonstop like a snake under him.

He picks up some more until the noisy squeaks of the bed start to compete for first place with our moans in the room, so much so it crosses my mind that my tiny bed might collapse. But I—don’t—care!

He digs deeper in, right through my cervix. I feel it nearing the middle of my abdomen.

“Yes…" I mumble in another barely coherent squeal.

My eyes widen when I start to feel a familiar throb inside me.

The sensation burns a hot path up my lower abdomen. More of it rushes in and we're both shaking for a good three seconds. I also begin to shudder, feeling my stomach growing another inch as another orgasm takes over us.

I close my eyes to enjoy the ecstasy, breathing out shudders.

Kane tugs on a few more times until my body caves in a bit from the suction of him pulling out of me then he falls on his back beside me.

We must have gone on for a couple of hours because, by this time, it’s already completely dark outside. We both lay side by side, panting heavily as we stare into each other's eyes without a word. Then he inches his face closer to me, carefully cupping my face to take me in for another long kiss.

"I'm sorry,” I find myself saying a while after.

"For what?"

"For trying to push you away before.”

I play with the curly hairs on his chest while resting my head on his arm, legs intertwined with his under the sheets. The room is quiet except for our now subsided breathing.

“I was scared. I didn't want to believe that—“

“Shh,” Kane kisses my lips first, then my forehead, as he tightens his arm around me and pulls me closer. “None of that matters anymore.”

The fact is I can't deny that I want him just as much as he wants me. Kane is different from anyone I've ever known; everyone only sees me to point fingers or taunt me, but all Kane ever does is show how much he loves being around me, even in public, with several eyes watching. If someone making so much effort to show that I matter a lot in their life isn’t one of the best things to happen to a supposed reject like me, then I don’t know what else is.

I smile and snuggle closer into his chest, breathing in his scent and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat—it’s comforting like a lullaby meant just for me.

“Your heart is pounding like crazy," I murmur.

"It only beats for you," Kane grunts cheesily and I playfully slap his chest.